I Done Asked

I'm tickled pink. I mentioned Tuesdays are slow around here and Maxine's been teachin' me some tricks on the machine. She made some movies start playing on this Rosie woman's screen. I ain't got nothin' that fancy. I watched her with some dolphin critters, and she likes to paint. Got a big ol' messy room to do it in. Some kid was havin' fun makin' Christmas cookies. Maxine showed me one movie of some woman who sounds like she's from around here...talkin' about P is for Petunia. I couldn't quite figure her out, but there's a lot of crazies in the South. I ain't too far from crazy myself, but I like to think of it as unique. Then, I asked her a question. I'll let y'all know if I hear from her.

It's right nice what two women can get done nowadays. It looks like they got a family and a nice house together anyway. I love me a homosexual. We got a couple here in Prairie Springs that I'm quite fond of. The only lesbians I knew died last year. That's the problem with getting old. My little black book's only got a page or two left.

After Maxine finished showing me Rosie's screen, we went to a place called somethingtube. You can see a whole bunch of short movies about nothing. I tried to go back to it later, but I couldn't remember what it was called. I just typed an 'x' and then tube. I was thinkin' these computers were smart, but it took me to a place full of smut. Now, I'm all for smut, but not with children around. I stood up in front of the screen and hollered at Maxine to come shut it off. I'll be checkin' it out again on one of my sleepless nights. 

Now, y'all ain't gonna believe what's happening in Prairie Springs, right here on the Town Square. Today, Katy Taylor was over taking down the For Sale sign on a building. It looks like we're getting a Dollar Store. Ironically, it's a-goin' in where the dime store was. Inflation is gettin' outta hand! But I don't want to stir my spoon in politics. My daddy always called it 'pile of ticks.' 

Well, I've been nibblin' on some of the leftover brownies, so hopefully I'll be able to sleep tonight. 

Sweet dreams, 

Winnie Collins

P.S. Y'all send me some more querstions. I'm havin' too much fun, and I think all this typin' is doin' good for my arthritis. It's either that, the cod liver oil, or the gin and raisins, but—oh, maybe it's the brownies.